Hypnotists Poems - Poems about Hypnotists

...Battling warfare to secure my future linage A mother’s tears, a sister’s fight, bloodline’s vileness Descendants imprisoned; heredities remain childless Never experience freedom or visualiz......

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...traumatised within the lucid dream why do we then wake up so relieved did we not in the play enacted bleed subtly shifted are emotes we stream miniaturised within this mind-body form not quite......

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...Ballerinas love to dance Swimmers love to swim Hypnotists love a trance Lights love to dim My brain hurts loves to scream My heart loves to break My thoughts love to scheme My hands love to ......

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...Feeling hurt owing to belied expectation The earth entity floundered hither and thither Spiralling gloom causing consciousness contraction The wound cut deep since he relied upon his trans......

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...The equestrian climbs atop the painted colt. Avoiding a saddles restrictions she rides the horse bareback to combine their energies, making them as one. The thoroughbred begins to trot. Gra......

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...I must report the passing of a dear old friend today I'm not sure when it happened, but I felt I had to say That the Vegas that's in movies, books, and on TV Is not the one that you will find, it'......

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...A good pet is a heart song, sung to the rhythm of lifes enduring drum. Dog is God spelled backwards and its capacity to love, is same. Gods love by play, is laughter’s med......

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...We all saw the magic streams Flowing by the current of his face like Niger; He never heeded the whispers of the lads Nor noticed the murmurs of the lasses; Else those vain sweat-vapours Dared no......

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...It's a circus says the hypnotist telling you subconsciously how to feel amongst lions and tigers and bears when you go to the zoo not knowing its part of gods plan and that we are all in essence......

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...24 says of obsession to cure us all gumming to death on a dagger of toothless bubbles meeting with another digital spirit guide whom I may never fully trust sorting out death who is sorting......

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...Past lucid doors and seven seas Through outer thoughts and inner dreams Far beyond our last few words And past the waves a voice is heard Inside a world of past mistakes We’re giving up before......

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